It’s here! Thank GOD! My life is officially divided into two seasons: Football Season and Waiting for Football Season. I cut my teeth on wooden bleachers and associate the smells of freshly cut grass and spray paint with utter happiness. My father is a football coach, but football was never just a job. And we were never just a family. We were a coach’s family, a football family. Along with weeknight dinner discussions of scouting reports and the Friday night tour of Georgia high schools, to be a part of my family also meant Saturdays around the television wearing the Red and Black. Whole Saturdays were planned around kickoff, dinners timed to coincide with halftime. It was as much a tradition as oyster stew on Christmas Eve and cornbread dressing at Thankgiving.
And, now a new season is upon us. And, I am ready.
